Turning
Carrying on secrets; by the bones, a crushing burden.
Too many asked questions, heavyweights;
not to flee, to answer with just a run.
Yielding to all the fun and temptations,
but in the end, just ways to learn.
Turning, turning the pages, no matter how heavy it is;
To write down new stories, wiping away all the ashes.
Turning the pages, no matter how heavy it is;
to write new stories, wiping away all the ashes.
Sometimes it feels like a fish, breathing out of the sea;
a stranger, walking through the unknown,
searching for roots of his own country.
Sometimes it hurts, through battles and free falls,
and it takes years for the recovery.
Roaming hours in emptied rooms, early, before the next Sun;
such as a racer to jump out, with the sound of a shotgun.
Keys ready to open gates of a colourful Heaven.
Turning, turning the pages, no matter how heavy it is;
To write down new stories, wiping away all the ashes.
Turning, turning the pages, no matter how heavy it is;
to write new stories, wiping away all the ashes.
Turning, turning the pages, no matter how heavy it is;
To write down new stories, wiping away all the ashes.
Too many asked questions, heavyweights;
not to flee, to answer with just a run.
Yielding to all the fun and temptations,
but in the end, just ways to learn.
Turning, turning the pages, no matter how heavy it is;
To write down new stories, wiping away all the ashes.
Turning the pages, no matter how heavy it is;
to write new stories, wiping away all the ashes.
Sometimes it feels like a fish, breathing out of the sea;
a stranger, walking through the unknown,
searching for roots of his own country.
Sometimes it hurts, through battles and free falls,
and it takes years for the recovery.
Roaming hours in emptied rooms, early, before the next Sun;
such as a racer to jump out, with the sound of a shotgun.
Keys ready to open gates of a colourful Heaven.
Turning, turning the pages, no matter how heavy it is;
To write down new stories, wiping away all the ashes.
Turning, turning the pages, no matter how heavy it is;
to write new stories, wiping away all the ashes.
Turning, turning the pages, no matter how heavy it is;
To write down new stories, wiping away all the ashes.
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Writer(s): Anthony Toulemonde
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